Из альбома: Freek Show
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit
Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with heart
But is cold as ice and broken twice
Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black with contacts
Straight maniac
Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot
Sail through the hour glass ticking of the clock
If you don't know by now it's too late
We the most serious thing on the market since date rape
We the dead
We don't explain or feel pain, beserko
Keep it underground to maintain
Bitch you better checknuts
I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months
Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes
Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like that
Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die
Coming up outta the ground
From the underground covered of dirt
Keep away from the mainstream lover
Just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole up dug deep in the dirt
Can't hurt?
What bitch muthafuckas makin' love to the press?
With a bitch name tattoed on your chest
Me and muthafuckin' madrox, hauntin' the joint
Bringin' death to the people who don't get the point
We dont die
Uh huh, we keep it real
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel
Freek shit
It ain't about being rich
It's about juggalos who runnin' with lunatics
As long as y'all rock this we won't quit
We do it all for y'all, I mean that shit
Everyone of y'all means everything to me
We breathe for y'all, that's why we call it the family
Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die
Try to explain the element my
Self inflicted pain
Were not positive, uplifted
Fuck you, walk a mile in our shoes
Experience hard times and payin' helly dues
Freek shit
What I live what I breath
Casted out, lean necks, like he's deceased
Still trying to ban our sound
Cuz supposedly it would be resurrected
The dead from the hallow ground
You in the dead zone, 10 points for us
You smellin' cigarette smokes right before your lungs
Plus, you can't trust him
But I can bust him in half
Sit back and laugh for all the shit I did
Can you do that?
Could you school that?
Better yet, I'm a wigged serial killa
Type war death
Freekshow, different from the rest
But I, Love it though
Put you to the test
(x4)
Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die